Or maybe I did. I couldn't really make up my mind about it. It seemed like it wasn't my business, whatever went on with Derek and his strays, but at the same time... At the same time, being allowed to come along made me feel more like part of his pack than I ever had.
When Derek caught sight of the kid, I lifted a hand, mindlessly resting it against the small of Derek's back, but before I could pull away, he was gone.
I gaped, mouth hanging open, my hand hovering in midair. Eric called out, but I just fucking stood there. What the fuck, what the fuck...
"Stay there," I said to Eric, taking a step back myself, in case there was something about that spot in particular. "Derek!" I shouted, hearing the panic in my own voice. He was gone. Just fucking gone. Heart hammering in my chest, I looked around. Left, right, like maybe I could find the answers there.
Then the world seemed to blink out of existence. Black and then grey. So much grey. It was cold and I was still standing in the park, but it was all grey, like the color had been forcefully drained from everything. The grass underfoot, the trees. It smelled like smoke and burning oil and rust.
"Derek," I said again, making out the shape of him through the haze.
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Or maybe I did. I couldn't really make up my mind about it. It seemed like it wasn't my business, whatever went on with Derek and his strays, but at the same time... At the same time, being allowed to come along made me feel more like part of his pack than I ever had.
When Derek caught sight of the kid, I lifted a hand, mindlessly resting it against the small of Derek's back, but before I could pull away, he was gone.
I gaped, mouth hanging open, my hand hovering in midair. Eric called out, but I just fucking stood there. What the fuck, what the fuck...
"Stay there," I said to Eric, taking a step back myself, in case there was something about that spot in particular. "Derek!" I shouted, hearing the panic in my own voice. He was gone. Just fucking gone. Heart hammering in my chest, I looked around. Left, right, like maybe I could find the answers there.
Then the world seemed to blink out of existence. Black and then grey. So much grey. It was cold and I was still standing in the park, but it was all grey, like the color had been forcefully drained from everything. The grass underfoot, the trees. It smelled like smoke and burning oil and rust.
"Derek," I said again, making out the shape of him through the haze.